... in Short Stories

You had a job. It was long ago, and you hardly remember the details of the work. There were piles of paper to go through. The paper appeared of its own volition, containing information that wrote itself automatically, without awareness or logic.

The information came from the ether. It was incoherent and irrelevant in that and all other timelines. Every day the same dilemma presented itself. Every day you struggled to understand what was expected of you.

Years passed in this way. And then in an instant the answer came to you. It was like the sound of one hand clapping. It was a brilliant light, beyond words. And you stood up. You stood up and you laughed. And you knew you would not sit down again.